This cotton is much more important than pepper. Pepper is just the icing on the cake, but who in the world can do without clothes?

Especially now, as the main materials for cheap clothing, sesame and kudzu are far less warm than cotton materials! Whether it is fur or down jackets that Wang Hou travels through, they are not affordable for ordinary families.

Moreover, seeing that it is still in the small ice age with abnormal climate! Wang Hou’s first winter traveled, he used one word to describe the Han Dynasty he saw, which was so fucking cold! He almost made me freeze!

"Prime Minister! You want to attack Yuan Shao in the north, but in the Central Plains, the cold winter is already so cold! Going north, it is called a bitter and cold place. If you want to gain a foothold in the four northern states, you need better clothing! And this cotton is warmer than fur!"

The changes that cotton can bring are not only clothing culture, but also politics and military. The Han people in this era are not comparable to those of the weak Song Dynasty who were submissive by Confucian cultural education in later generations. Since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the blood of the Han family is still very hot. The fierceness of the Han army is not inferior to Liaodong at all. The hunting and nomadic people on the grasslands are the only words "The Han Empire is not able to gain a foothold in the north" are the four words "The Furious Land"!

Taking Shanxi as the outpost, the troops left the Datong Basin and first occupied the Guihua City of Tumochuan, which was later Hohhot. They built a city there, burning fire kangs and cotton to make cotton coats to keep warm. Even Wang Hou's head was filled with Han troops, carrying a long spear to kill the old Xiongnu farmers and Xianbei farmers until silent and tears were silent. The sound of camel bells sounded in his ears, which was so beautiful that little stars appeared in his eyes.

However, he stared at the dog as he was almost wiping his mouth as he looked like this guy was almost floating up. After a moment, Mr. Cao's pupils were filled with caring and mentally retarded eyes.

"A piece of white stacked cloth costs ten sprig per piece, and only three sprig of fur is the lowest. Why don't you buy fur directly?"

"Prime Minister, all white cloths are imported from the Western Regions and come from thousands of miles away. Of course, the price is expensive. If you plant them locally on a large scale and then make clothes with textiles, the price will fall!"

Although Wang Hou was full of enthusiasm, Cao Cao's pupils were still full of caring for mentally retarded eyes. If cotton was easy to raise, he would not have been feeding these trees for so many years, and he would have been raised as ornamental plants.

However, the comrades below were full of revolutionary enthusiasm and could not be attacked. Besides, Wang Hou gave an explanation for stinging his garden. He looked at Wang Hou with a foolish look. Mr. Cao finally waved his flies down like he drove away.

"Go down and do things!"

Is this called an expression?

He thought that taking out two things would shake Cao Cao so much, as if he was hit by five thunder! He was full of disappointment, and Wang Hou also stood up in disappointment and bowed with fists.

"My son-in-law gave up!"

"Wait! Cotton is made of cloth and pepper is stored in meat. Then what do you do if you dig the pomegranate tree in your true form?"

When Wang Hou mentioned this, he immediately laughed again and laughed at the back of his head.

"Is Changle going to be weaned recently? I happened to see Xiangfu's pomegranate trees are lush, so my son-in-law planned to get her some pomegranate juice..."

Bang~

His beard was trembling, and Mr. Cao was so angry that he smashed the box directly.

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"Everyone says that relatives from generation to generation are all lying to Yaya!"

The big bag was smashed into his head and it didn't heal for three days. He stood on the hillside and rubbed the meat bag on his forehead. Wang Hou was humming in disappointment.

Beside him, Cao Hongjie smiled and covered her mouth as if a little vixen was covering her little mouth, and joked happily: "My husband has dug up Xiangfu's treasure. Xiangfu didn't use a big board to cut you, it's enough to give you face!"

"Isn't this also for raising his granddaughter?"

Whispering and rubbing the bag, Wang Hou immediately started to yell again.

"Hey! How did you build a beam? I can see that it's crooked!"

He was so impatient that he really took care of the matter of pepper. After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, he organized the bricklayer team and cement in the palace to start construction of the warm cellar.

Not to mention, on the one hand, the war promoted the development of social sciences. It is true that the First World War II laid the foundation and pattern of the world before Wang Hou traveled through time, and the Guandu War also particularly promoted the development of Xuchang's construction industry. Originally, Wang Hou was the only one who shitted his own scorpion! Now there are six or seven small coal mines on Funiu Mountain! Even cement has three more competitors. Not to mention grabbing business, he doesn't even give Wang Hou a patent fee.

Fortunately, the steel smelting formula has always been in the hands of Wang Yuan and several loyal masters. Coking, iron training and steel filling are still dealt with in three batches of craftsmen, allowing Wang Hou to retain this core technology.

With sufficient materials, Wang Hou is still a big landlord now, and during the slack season in June, there were enough manpower. In just three days, two ugly cement houses, like large rural warehouses in later generations, were trees.

In fact, the Warm Cellar was found in the Western Han Dynasty. The Book of Later Han also clearly recorded the deeds of using Warm Cellar in the Eastern Han Palace to cultivate vegetables and leeks in the winter. The technology was not new. Two rows of kangs were built in the house, but they were not directly burned with smoke inside, but several ceramic fired ditches were left. The other end was connected to the stove. When the weather became cold in winter, the furnace was burned. The semi-open ditches steamed up, which not only achieved the purpose of keeping warm, but also increased humidity in the air, which was conducive to the growth of vegetables and fruits.

The only difficult thing to deal with is the roof, because Wang Hou has no glass and cannot make a glass dome. If he wants to raise plants, he cannot survive without sunlight. He had no choice but to build two thin wire mesh on the house, so that he would not be able to keep the hail in front of him.

It’s better to be this era. The entire hilltop is Wang Hou. What kind of homesteads are not homesteads. If you have rural household registration and urban household registration, it is just next to the avenue. There are only 800 square meters and 16 small rooms. If you only raise pepper wood, there are fifty trees in a room and more than 800 trees in a room. The income of about four stones is about four stones. Four hundred stones of pepper can barely guarantee the amount of sausages that Wang Hou promised to Mr. Cao.

However, this is also an ideal state. Now there are only four pepper trees that have been littered from Mr. Cao. It takes two to three years for the growth of peppers, that is, at least three years for shipment.

Fortunately, using sausages as military ration is not an imminent matter. There is no hurry to get cotton, and the warm cellar is not just a function of cultivating pepper wood! There are no supermarkets these days.

"It's just right! The Internet is ready! Master, I'm paying for my salary. If Master, I'm not satisfied, I don't want to get the salary!"

Both nets were placed in a crooked manner, and now they didn't care about the pain. They rubbed the bag on their heads. Wang Houzhen and Zhou Bapi shouted in anger. Looking at his appearance, Cao Hongjie couldn't help but shake his little head in distress.

At this moment, under the mountain, Wang Ganzi ran over to the warm cellar halfway up the mountain with panting, and shouting as if he had died.

"Master!Master!"

"General Zhao Yun and General Zhao are back!"

"oh!"

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Whether it is reason or interest, Wang Hou had to pay twelve points to Deng Ga's family, throwing away the warm cellar and taking Cao Hongjie down. Wang Hou personally welcomed him to the foot of the mountain.

But when they met, Wang Hou couldn't help but feel a little slack. Zhao Yun did bring a carriage back, but it was obvious that his expression was not good. He was particularly solemn. He held the horse and his face was terrible. Seeing Wang Hou coming and put off the reins of the horse, he walked over quickly, bowed heavily with his fists. Listening to his gloomy words, Wang Hou's face also became ugly.

After being stunned for a moment, Wang Hou turned his head and looked at the carriage, but hesitated for a while. Then he walked to the carriage and stretched out his hand to lift the curtain.

In the carriage, a boy three or four years old was sitting straight. Although he had changed into clothes, he could still see his thinness and malnutrition he had encountered. His eyes were particularly dull and numb.

"I am your father's friend. Come, come to my uncle's place!"

It was obvious that the little boy felt a dullness. Then he looked at Zhao Yun behind Wang Hou's exploratory gaze. With his slightly nodded, the little boy jumped out of the car and walked towards Wang Hou.

"What's your name?"

"Deng Ai."

After half a second of the time, the little boy answered without emotion. Wang Hou couldn't help but sigh again, but then he reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Your father is working far away! Entrust you to uncle! In the future, you will live with me! I, Wang Hou, will never be hungry even if I have a bite of food!"
Chapter completed!